Friday, September 15, 2006

And the world breathed a sigh of relief.

And we learned to love again. And crested birds lit atop rooftops. And women hung yellow, polka-dotted linens that smelled of warmth. And children danced 'round maypoles and sang songs of youth.

And I moved on. Finally, I moved on.

Sleep well, tuneful angels. I love thee.

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